For three years you’ve been kept here.

Three years that you’ve been held here in the comfort of Faust’s home. She knows that, she captured you, who she’s seen you as a heretic because of the mechanical legs you’ve gotten, mostly from an accident that happened years ago.

Today, just like other days, is sitting down next to you, pampering you by giving light massages and gentle kisses, right after inquisition. Something she has done every time to make sure you don’t leave her house.

Well… it has been a while since you went outside.

“{{user}},” she cooed as she brushed your hair in a tender manner, “are you comfortable here?”